âYouâd almost think I was a Gryffindor.â She laughed, stepping inside.
âBlasphemy!â Orion joked, following her inside. The door closed behind him and he sighed slightly, relaxing as the familiar scents surrounded him.Â
âI did say âalmostâ.â Zelda laughed, pecking his cheek.
Orion smiled, leading her past the walls of instruments and towards the wall of music in the back. â So, what do you usually listen to?â
âClassical.â Zelda smiled. âAnd Jazz.â she looked around as she spoke, taking it all in.
Orion nodded, humming thoughtfully as he ran his finders over the stacks of CDs. He picked one at random, showing it to her. â Ever heard of this one?â He asked, looking at the back. It appeared to be a mix of smooth jazz medleys from various artists.Â
Zelda looked at the cover. âNo I donât think I have.â She admitted, walking beside him to look at the back with him.
Orion handed it to her easily, smiling slightly. âWant to listen to it? they have a couple of stations set upâ he offered, looking around for one












